Of that day or hour, no one knows,
neither the
angels in heaven, nor the Son,
but only the Father.
MARK 13
Some of the great saints of the past are
often pictured with a skull sitting on their writing desk – sometimes with a
sign that said momento mori - remember death. It was placed
there as a daily reminder of the fact that death is certain. Today, we try not
only not to think about it, we are even trying to find ways around it. Some
believe in reincarnation, believing that we never die but just keep coming back
until we get it right. Some are trying cyonics, the practice of having their
bodies frozen in hopes we will someday find a cure for death and they can come
back and keep on living. Some imagine that cloning will provide a way we can
recreate another one of us, just like the last one. The funeral industry is making
a killing disguising death, offering us beautifully dressed corpses that look
like they are merely sleeping, placing them in air-tight caskets with “life-time
guarantees” whatever that means!. Still others are engaging in unhealthy
practices, like unprotected sex, overeating or smoking, as if somehow death
could never happen to them! The fact is, there is no
cure for, no escaping, death!
Then there is the “religious crowd,” those
who comb the scriptures looking for clues about the end of the world so that
they can get ready right before the curtain falls. Behind their search is the
assumption that they can live any way they choose, repent at the last minute
and get in under the wire. They did it in Jesus’ day. They do it today.
In his day, Jesus spoke of his Second
Coming. Early Christians actually did look for a Second Coming in their
lifetimes. The first book of the New Testament, First Thessalonians, talks
about getting ready for that imminent Second Coming. They were so convinced
that it was going to happen in their lifetime that many Christians basically
gave up on this life to sit down and wait for it to happen. This prompted Paul
to write a second letter to the Thessalonians, telling them to get up and get
back to work because “no one knew” when it would come. The gospels of Mark and
Matthew, written a little later, speak of the Second Coming, but warns people
that “no one knows the day or the hour” and “if someone tells you that this or
that will be the day, do not believe them.”
Even today, especially at the turn of this
century eighteen years ago, some people got all excited about reading “signs”
indicating the end of the world. Again, it did not happen! Every few years,
some fanatical religious leader will start a cult built on the assumption that
that he or she had discovered “in the scriptures” signs that the world will
soon end. All of them have been wrong.
There are three things worth pointing out
here. (1) No one can predict the date through reading “signs” because no one
knows. (2) When it does happen, it will not be a disaster but rather a glorious day for those who live faithful
lives. “Eye has not seen. Ear has not heard. Nor has it even dawned on human
beings the great things God has in store for those who love him.” Therefore, we
wait, not in dread, but “in joyful hope.” (3) The only reason for trying to
predict it, is live anyway you want and then try to “get ready” before the
curtain drops. Foolish! If you live in readiness, you have nothing to be afraid
of. The real message, then, is to “be
ready,” not “get ready.”
I think about death more these days than I
ever have. It has to do with the fact that I am heading toward 75 and the fact
that the diocese sends out a “funeral planning form” every couple of years,
asking us to update our plans so they will know what to do with us if we were
to die unexpectedly. All this together, makes me look at something I may not
want to look at: the fact that I will die sometime. It is not
morbid, but a matter of practicality.
Here are a few things I have put into my
“funeral planning form.” (1) I have stated that, if I were to die tomorrow, it
would be OK because I have had an incredible life as a priest, a life richer
and fuller than I ever imagined when I was growing up. I am not pushing to go
just yet, but I think I can leave this world anytime a very thankful man. (2) I
don’t want to waste a lot of money on such foolishness as an expensive casket,
vault and monument and I don’t want my ashes thrown frivolously out of some airplane
or used as a mantle decoration. I plan to be buried in one of my oldest Penny’s
black suit from J. C Penny's in a simple wooden “monk’s casket” from Saint Meinrad Archabbey, made out of unfinished poplar wood, with a lid that is put on with
screw drivers, (By
the way, I get a free one because I worked there for 14 years.) I won’t be
needing this body again, so let them take whatever organs that can be used and
then let the rest of it rot in the ground! As a message to the people I leave
behind, I want to be buried clutching the Lectionary that the
Archbishop of Winnipeg, Canada, gave me a few years back when I told him and his priests that preaching has been the
center and joy of my life. I want a funeral with joyful Easter music. I want
the preacher to talk about what God has done for me, not what I did for God. I
want to be buried in the cemetery of the church, in the country, where I grew
up. My small tombstone, already in place, has my full name, the date I was
baptized, the day I was ordained and the date I went to God. On top I
have these words engraved – “simply amazed – forever grateful.” In short, I
want people to get the message that I am not clinging to this life, but my eye
is on the next one.
Planning your funeral may not be fun, but
it is the best way to take stock of what you believe about life and death. It
can be a statement of faith.
In the meantime, forget about predicting
the end! Let’s all live well, as long as we can! Let us live with our bags
packed, ready to go, should it happen today or years from now! Let us live in
“joyful hope,” knowing in our hearts that we are truly “glory bound!”
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